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Day Two: Recovery
I was feeling a bit better after my visit to the nurses' station. I got a painkiller for short term relief, but I still had to go into surgery for my broke-ass toe and the stitches for my hand. I admit that I fucked up, but most coke addicts overreact to things like that. I don't like that label: coke addict. As far as I know, I can quit anytime, it would be a bitch, but still, I think I could take it on.
I sat in the waiting room for surgery, flipping through some magazines. Yup, I am an avid fan of Men's Health magazine.
I had found a particularly stunning man I would have liked to fuck within the pages when a nurse called me up. Apparently I need to be prepped for surgery. I stepped into the examination room and they took a blood sample. It wasn't necessary for most patients, but I had drugs already in my system, so they had to make sure not to give me an overdose. They also asked me how long ago I had eaten- because I may experience nausea and vomit during the surgery. I told them it had been about two days, since I had been pretty whacked out of it the past few days. I had to wait another thirty minutes in the room- for the blood test, but they had left the door open, wary and prepared from my previous actions.
I was reminiscing about my encounter with Adam. As much as i would like to leave this place, I have quite an infatuation with the man. The raven haired man had an athletic build and tan body that the I lust after. His hair was a little longer than usual doctors had, and my mind thought about running my fingers through the raven locks. The doctor was also very laid back, and made you feel comfortable around him.
"Mr. Bolton?" A female nurse questioned.
"Yo." I gave thumbs up.
"Your just about ready, we just need to get you in this robe." She handed him a neatly folded blue square.
"I can wear my underwear under this right?" I asked, not really caring if I had to be nude.
"Yes, just make sure everything else is off." She left the room.
I stood shivering on the table, with my warmer clothes beside me. Why did these hospitals make such thin robes? Stupid cheap hospitals with their bitchy nurses, stupid stackable chairs, cheaply made doors, and fucking thin robes. I swear, for what they charged, the environment here should be opulent and luxurious, like a spa.
"Troy? You ready? The entire operation should only take a little over an hour." Adam placed a hand on the teen's shoulder, giving him a comforting squeeze. "Hey," Adam looked in his eyes, "your going to get better here. Just hang in there."
"Like the cat?" Troy asked, amusement in his voice.
"Yes Troy, like the cat."
***
I woke up several hours later. I could barely form a coherent thought in my head let alone the barrage of questions that the nurse was asking me. I pulled the pillow over my face and turned over, to unsuccessfully drown out the nurses voice. The lady pulled the pillow off of my face and put next to me saying it was against policy to do that because of the risk of suffocation. I groaned. Another policy that had no real justification whatsoever, how I loath this hospital.
I did enjoy my encounter with Adam though. I almost had Adam feeling up my thigh: I just told him that my leg was feeling slightly numb still. He got about two thirds up my thigh before he slapped me playfully on the stomach, realizing what I was doing. Gotta love gullibility.
"Seriously Adam, why are you so nice?" I asked him. "I have been a douche the entire time and you just take it."
"Well, I had a girlfriend who was a lot like you, except she didn't have sex with her dad." He smiled a very sexy smile, even if he didn't know it. "I guess you remind me of her."
"Why did you guys break up?" I laid there, unable sit up, interested, like I was.
"Well, I caught her cheating on me… twice...at the same time." He said with a slight blush in his cheeks.
"Wow, she was a mega slut." I blurted out.
"Yeah, she was." He responded.
"Well, I would never do that. I'm a loyal person, if not horny." I said suggestively.
"Hmm. You know I'm gonna decline that offer." He walked away from the bed, being done with the examination. "At least for now…" He added with a wink.
I laid there with a smirk on my face, falling into a drug induced sleep. Oh how I loved those.
***
When I woke up, I was still in the recovery room, but there were two blurry-as-hell figures on the other side of the room. It took a few moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark, but I finally recognized them as my dad and Adam.
"Are you telling you want to keep him here until he's eighteen?" Adam whispered with shock.
"Well, yes. The wife is still distraught over what he did, and I don't think she can handle being around him right now."
Dad was totally trying to get rid of me- that prick.
"Well, even if I would agree to it, the hospital is for short term patients only. If you want to take him to an institution, then you'd better have deep pockets, because your medical insurance won't cover it." Adam snapped, his voice full of anger. "Your the adult, your supposed to be taking care of him. I don't care if he seduced you, you knew from the very start it was wrong, and you still went with it. If I were your wife, I would have kicked you out, not Troy."
"So your not going to keep him?" Dad asked.
"Only until we find him healthy enough to go back home. And judging by the environment he be going into, we'll be keeping him here longer than expected- so he can deal with you." Jack pointed a finger at dad's chest. "You should be happy. You and your toxic personality will be keeping him here longer."
"I don't have to take this, I'm leaving." Dad started for the door.
"I guess you don't, after all. I'm not exactly a virgin boy, now am I?" Adam hissed.
Fuck, Adam just stood up for me. Against my dad too, and he isn't exactly a push over. I seen him come home late at night with deep gashes from bar fights he got into. Adam rocks beyond belief!
"Hey Adam," Adam jumped at the sound of his name, "that was pretty fucking awesome, what you did."
"Oh, did we wake you? I'm sorry, I guess I should have taken him into the hallway. I guess I expected him to want to see you."
Man, was this guy trying to change the subject?
"So, I'm going to be here even longer?" I asked. The prospect of wanted to go home seemed less attracting now.
"I'm afraid so. We can't keep you here longer than three months, which is more time than you need, but I'll try to get give you an extension if I can. It's a poisonous environment you'll be going into, and I don't want you to be falling into old habits again." Adam gave a grim smile. "As selfish as it sound, I look forward to you staying here longer, your pretty cool to be around."
"Thanks, your pretty fuckin'- awesome too." I gave a thumbs up to him.
"Thanks. Well, I have to finish my rounds, so I'll be seeing you tomorrow," He waved.
"See ya Dr. Adam."
***
I spent the next few days of my treatment in my room, recovering. Well, actually I shared a room with a another teenager, Vincent, who had multiple personalities. The majority of them were harmless, but Mickeal was a converted Muslim radical who tried to set Vincent's school on fire. He was here until his parents could find a Institution that was close to his family. Vincent even had a gay personality, but I knew better than to get involved with him- too much baggage.
Vincent himself was shy. When I first arrived, he sat himself on his bed and started reading until I said something to him- which was about two hours. After he warmed up to you, he was quite talkative. I found out that he was a student at the local School of Arts Academy. He had a full scholarship for his compositions. He wrote music, and I say wrote because he did write music until the stress he was under caused more personalities to emerge. One day, when he lost his bottle of meds (personally I think they were stolen), his alternate personality Mickeal came out and set fire to a few paintings in the studio. His parents sent him away, hoping he could get them under control so he could continue school next year.
The first day stuck in my room was the worst. I had no way to occupy my time and I was lying in the bed in agony. All I wanted to do was scream, which I did for a good while until I went back to sleep. The next days were better; I started off counting the tiles on the ceiling. There were twenty three on one side and twelve and a half on the adjacent wall- stupid cheap hospitals, unwilling to splurge on a 'fully' tiled room. That came out to about two hundred eighty seven and a half tiles. Then I decided to count all of the tiles that were discolored and cracked, something that I couldn't apply logic to- mostly because there was no logic to what I was doing. There were a hundred and two discolored tiles. Then I tried to find the tiles in the ceiling that were crooked and didn't align right with the rest of them. I got to about fifty when I heard a knock at the door.
"Yo! Come in!" I said with an embarrassing amount of desperation.
"It's me, Vincent." Said person came in with a wrinkled brown bag. "I have foodstuffs, compliments of the cooks."
"Tell me the truth: is the food good here?" I didn't want shitty tasting food.
"It depends. Some of it is great, the others… not so much." He then gave a smirk. "Although, in exchange for half of your pudding, I will tell you what is good to eat."
"Seriously?" He nodded. "Fine, you can have half. So, what's good?"
"Umm," he looked into the bag. "Today it's a salami on rye sandwich with an orange, pudding cup, water, and a cupcake."
"So? What can I eat, I'm fucking starving."
"Well, everything except the sandwich." He tossed the bag to me. "And hey- savor that cupcake. It's your 'Welcome to the Nuthouse' cupcake, all of the new recruits get one."
I opened the bag and pulled out it's contents. There was the sandwich, which smelled like it was already rotten. I set on the nightstand, away from the other food.
"Hey, catch!" I tossed vincent the pudding cup. "You can have the whole thing, I'm not that hungry."
"Cool, thanks. Hey can I have your cupcake too?" He gave a puppy dog pout.
"Fuck that shit, I said I wasn't that hungry, I'm still hungry."
I pooled together the rest of my food and started on the orange. Meh, I've had better, but still it was hard to screw up whole fruit. I looked at the little pink box, which must have been the cupcake and moved it to it's own little section. Then I opened the water bottle, and took a swig. I hadn't noticed how thirsty I was until I had nearly drunk the entire bottle.
"What's with your cupcake? You moved it by itself." Vincent sat on the floor by my bed.
"I don't know, I've always done that. I move my food into categories: ordered from foods I like least to the most." I finished the last section of the orange and pulled the box open.
Inside was the most expensive looking cupcake I have ever seen. The cupcake smelled like the buttercream wedding cake my aunt had when I was ten, and the frosting was so smooth. There was a little flag sticking out of the pastry, it read: 'Welcome Troy! Good luck Recovering!' I smiled and picked it up, the back of the little flag had some writing too: 'Baked by Zeke.' HOLY SHIT!! I nearly choked on my orange. Zeke was working here too? Since when? We were on the same basketball team, I would think I would notice if someone came to practice smelling like cake. Not that I smell the other players…
"Zeke works here?" I managed after swallowing that death trap of an orange.
"Well, not really, he volunteers here for cooking experience. That's kind of what I meant by only some food is good here. Most of the cooks have adopted Zeke's recipes, but there are a few who insist on using the old ones- the old ones." He explained quiet plainly. "Wait, you know Zeke?"
"Yeah, we play basketball on the same team. I never knew he baked, or had a life for that matter. Every time I see him, he's pining away for that Evans girl." I said with some resentment.
"I see, do you like Zeke?"
I told him that I was gay, I figured he'd have no problem with it- since he was in a performing arts school and all. And I was right, yay me.
"Nah, not really. He's a good friend with a hot bod is all, I'd rather see him hooking up with a guy or something." I looked back up to the crooked, discolored tiles. Man they needed to fix that. There was another knock at the door.
"Yo, it's open." I hollered.
"Good afternoon Mr. Bolton, how are you today? Your operation went smoothly enough, and you should be on your feet in a few days."
He walked briskly over to me and picked up the chart next to my bed.
"Have you been drawing on your charts?" He asked, obviously knowing the answer.
"Noooo…." I lied- quite badly I might add.
"Okay, well then why is there a little cartoon godzilla attacking a city labeled 'Awesome Town?'" He held up the picture for proof.
" I dunno…" I shrugged.
"Hmm, Vincent?"
"Yes Dr. Baker?" He replied.
" I would like to speak to Troy in private please." He gestured towards the door.
" Yes sir." He got up and left.
Now it was just me and Adam. And here I was on this bed, gee, how convenient.
"You had him whipped."
" Yes, well, most patients respect and listen to their doctors." He sighed, as if I were a nuisance.
"But most patients aren't me, are they?" I said sweetly.
"I suppose they aren't. I guess that's why I like seeing you most of all." He smiled at me.
"If I didn't know any better, Doctor, I would think you were flirting with me."
"Well, I'm not. Now keep it in your pants, I have to examine you hand and leg." He chuckled.
"Geez, way to kill the mood." I pouted.
"Aww, come on. In a few days you'll be up and probably harassing me all day. These are my two days of peace left in the hospital." He stooped down to my level, and put a hand on my shoulder. "But seriously, try to rest. You've probably already counted the two hundred an eighty seven tiles, haven't you?"
"Maybe…" I said cryptically.
"Well, get some rest. Tomorrow you'll be meeting some of the other doctors, and I want you on your best behavior. If you look bad, I look bad, and then they drug you. Goodbye Troy, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye handsome doctor…" I flirted.
"None of that tomorrow. Bye incredibly cute Troy…" He winked as he left.
Fuck man, if he wasn't into me, then he could sure as hell fake it.
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Hey, I'm alive and well. Sorry it took so long to update. I should have the first chapter of my new fic up by the weekend- though I'm not making promises, because things have a way of changing on me. Also, the polls will be closing Friday night. So get in any last second votes, so far it's the Ryan/ Cupid fic. Send reviews!!!!
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